The Deposition: Part One
Author: FabFlicka
Title: The Deposition
Part One
Bree was still in shock that Lynette could bring herself to lie under oath for her. She didn’t understand how, after all the anger and hurt that she caused Lynette and her family, Lynette could forgive her and stand by her. She was relieved after the deposition was over, but she couldn’t muster the courage to approach Lynette afterwards. She wanted to show her appreciation, but Bree was overcome with guilt. She felt guilty for hurting Lynette, losing her kids, letting her drinking get out of control…most of all, she felt guilty for underestimating Lynette’s friendship and loyalty. Bree couldn’t face all her mistakes right now.
After Bree drove home and changed out of her suit, she headed to the one place in town where nobody would think to find her. Bree arrived at pub downtown around 4:00 p.m. She asked the bartender to pour her a drink that would help her forget her troubles and to keep the drinks coming until it was time to call a cab. Seeing Bree was in a lot of pain, the bartender did as told without prying into her business. Bree hid herself away in a corner booth and knocked back drink after drink. Bree eventually lost count of the number of drinks she had and her body began to numb. She was disappointed that the numbness didn’t spread to her emotions. Instead, the tears were readily flowing and all she could think about was Lynette.
So much has happened to Bree in the last couple of years. One unexpected shock after another invaded her life. It was so easy for Bree to turn to alcohol as a diversion and painkiller. Bree was still missing Rex and she still blamed herself for allowing George Williams into her life. Of course, there were her problems with Andrew. She didn’t understand where she went so wrong with him and she blamed herself for his rebellious and sick behavior. As if all this was not enough to deal with, another development rocked Bree’s crumbling world.
Bree never anticipated her feelings for Lynette. When Bree and Lynette were at odds after Bree passed out while watching the Scavo kids, Bree agonized over the absence of her best friend on a daily basis. She yearned to hear Lynette’s laughter. She actually missed her friend’s brutal sarcasm. She missed the smell of her perfume and the look of her rumpled shirts. Most of all she missed their conversations and the brush of Lynette’s hand against her skin. Yes, Bree’s world was rocked once again when she discovered that she had fallen in love with her best friend.
After about a dozen or so drinks, the bartender suggested he call a taxi for Bree. As Bree slouched in the booth, she grabbed the bartender’s arm and passed him her address book. “Lynette Scavo…the number’s in there…please call her” Bree asked as her head rolled back onto the cushioned booth. The bartender found Lynette’s number and made the call.
“Lynette Scavo, please…Ms. Scavo, this is the bartender down at Fairview Pub. Look, I have a very intoxicated redhead down here who needs a ride home. She asked that I call you…No problem. I’ll see that she lays off the drinks. Bye.” The bartender hangs up and yells over to Bree that her ride is on her way, but she doesn’t hear him as she’s passed out in the booth.
Twenty minutes later, Lynette walks into the pub. She glances around the room in search of Bree. The bartender notices her standing there. “You Mrs. Scavo?” he asks. She responds with a nod and he points her over to the corner booth. Lynette takes one look at Bree and her heart sinks. She has never seen Bree so vulnerable and ill-postured. Before going over to Bree, Lynette settles Bree’s tab at the bar. Finally, she makes her way over to the corner booth and slides in next to Bree.
“Bree, honey, wake up.” Lynette says softly.
Before even opening her eyes, Bree recognizes Lynette’s voice. “You came” she sighs with a half-smile. Lynette pulls Bree up from against the window and slides her out of the booth. With one hand around her waist, Lynette grabs Bree’s purse with the other. “Come on, Bree. Let’s get you outta here.” Lynette says. Bree leans her head over on Lynette’s shoulder and lets her friend guide her to the door.
Once they are safely in the car, Lynette sits and looks at Bree. She is bewildered at this woman before her; she’s unrecognizable. Lynette is full of sadness and sympathy towards Bree. She has never seen Bree so dependent and human. If Lynette didn’t know that Bree was suffering from alcoholism, she would find this side of Bree refreshing and sexy. As Lynette puts the key in the ignition, she stares over at Bree. “Just relax Bree, I’m taking you home and putting you to bed” Lynette said with a comforting tone.
“Lynette, no…I can’t go home. My children can’t see me…” she begins as her words fade into a sob.
“Alright. Um…you can just stay at my house tonight.” Lynette offers.
“No, no, I can’t. You’re kids, Lynette. I’m too ashamed…” Bree pleads. Lynette sees the shame in Bree’s eyes and she concedes to her plea.
“Well, then I’ll get a room at The Fairview Motor Lodge” and you can sleep this off” Lynette suggests. Bree nods in agreement as Lynette pulls out of the parking lot.
After Lynette checks-in at the motel, she calls Tom from the motel phone to inform him of the situation. Afterwards, she pulls the car around to their room and helps Bree out of the car. Once they get inside the room, Lynette walks Bree over to the bed and helps her sit down. After Lynette throws her coat over a chair, she moves back over to Bree. Lynette kneels on the floor in front of Bree and removes her shoes. She glances up at Bree who is looking down at her. Lynette gets back on her feet and moves her hand to brush the hair out of Bree’s face. “I’ll make some coffee” Lynette says.
After the coffee is brewed and Lynette sees that Bree drinks a couple of cups, she decides that Bree should rest. Before Lynette can get Bree to lay down, Bree moves her hand over her mouth to motion that she feels sick. Lynette immediately helps Bree to her feet and guides her to the bathroom. Lynette positions herself beside Bree with one hand on her back and one hand holding up her hair. After a few moments, Bree decides she’s not going to be sick. Lynette helps her friend back to bed. As Lynette’s skin meets Bree’s she notices how warm she is. “Bree, are you hot honey? Your skin is on fire” Lynette asks.
“A little.” Bree responds.
“How about a cool shower, huh? I know you wanna just lay down, but we need to stabilize your temperature. It’ll help you sober up too, okay.” Lynette suggests. Bree nods her head in agreement and they make their way to back to the bathroom...
TO BE CONTINUED
Title: The Deposition
Part One
Bree was still in shock that Lynette could bring herself to lie under oath for her. She didn’t understand how, after all the anger and hurt that she caused Lynette and her family, Lynette could forgive her and stand by her. She was relieved after the deposition was over, but she couldn’t muster the courage to approach Lynette afterwards. She wanted to show her appreciation, but Bree was overcome with guilt. She felt guilty for hurting Lynette, losing her kids, letting her drinking get out of control…most of all, she felt guilty for underestimating Lynette’s friendship and loyalty. Bree couldn’t face all her mistakes right now.
After Bree drove home and changed out of her suit, she headed to the one place in town where nobody would think to find her. Bree arrived at pub downtown around 4:00 p.m. She asked the bartender to pour her a drink that would help her forget her troubles and to keep the drinks coming until it was time to call a cab. Seeing Bree was in a lot of pain, the bartender did as told without prying into her business. Bree hid herself away in a corner booth and knocked back drink after drink. Bree eventually lost count of the number of drinks she had and her body began to numb. She was disappointed that the numbness didn’t spread to her emotions. Instead, the tears were readily flowing and all she could think about was Lynette.
So much has happened to Bree in the last couple of years. One unexpected shock after another invaded her life. It was so easy for Bree to turn to alcohol as a diversion and painkiller. Bree was still missing Rex and she still blamed herself for allowing George Williams into her life. Of course, there were her problems with Andrew. She didn’t understand where she went so wrong with him and she blamed herself for his rebellious and sick behavior. As if all this was not enough to deal with, another development rocked Bree’s crumbling world.
Bree never anticipated her feelings for Lynette. When Bree and Lynette were at odds after Bree passed out while watching the Scavo kids, Bree agonized over the absence of her best friend on a daily basis. She yearned to hear Lynette’s laughter. She actually missed her friend’s brutal sarcasm. She missed the smell of her perfume and the look of her rumpled shirts. Most of all she missed their conversations and the brush of Lynette’s hand against her skin. Yes, Bree’s world was rocked once again when she discovered that she had fallen in love with her best friend.
After about a dozen or so drinks, the bartender suggested he call a taxi for Bree. As Bree slouched in the booth, she grabbed the bartender’s arm and passed him her address book. “Lynette Scavo…the number’s in there…please call her” Bree asked as her head rolled back onto the cushioned booth. The bartender found Lynette’s number and made the call.
“Lynette Scavo, please…Ms. Scavo, this is the bartender down at Fairview Pub. Look, I have a very intoxicated redhead down here who needs a ride home. She asked that I call you…No problem. I’ll see that she lays off the drinks. Bye.” The bartender hangs up and yells over to Bree that her ride is on her way, but she doesn’t hear him as she’s passed out in the booth.
Twenty minutes later, Lynette walks into the pub. She glances around the room in search of Bree. The bartender notices her standing there. “You Mrs. Scavo?” he asks. She responds with a nod and he points her over to the corner booth. Lynette takes one look at Bree and her heart sinks. She has never seen Bree so vulnerable and ill-postured. Before going over to Bree, Lynette settles Bree’s tab at the bar. Finally, she makes her way over to the corner booth and slides in next to Bree.
“Bree, honey, wake up.” Lynette says softly.
Before even opening her eyes, Bree recognizes Lynette’s voice. “You came” she sighs with a half-smile. Lynette pulls Bree up from against the window and slides her out of the booth. With one hand around her waist, Lynette grabs Bree’s purse with the other. “Come on, Bree. Let’s get you outta here.” Lynette says. Bree leans her head over on Lynette’s shoulder and lets her friend guide her to the door.
Once they are safely in the car, Lynette sits and looks at Bree. She is bewildered at this woman before her; she’s unrecognizable. Lynette is full of sadness and sympathy towards Bree. She has never seen Bree so dependent and human. If Lynette didn’t know that Bree was suffering from alcoholism, she would find this side of Bree refreshing and sexy. As Lynette puts the key in the ignition, she stares over at Bree. “Just relax Bree, I’m taking you home and putting you to bed” Lynette said with a comforting tone.
“Lynette, no…I can’t go home. My children can’t see me…” she begins as her words fade into a sob.
“Alright. Um…you can just stay at my house tonight.” Lynette offers.
“No, no, I can’t. You’re kids, Lynette. I’m too ashamed…” Bree pleads. Lynette sees the shame in Bree’s eyes and she concedes to her plea.
“Well, then I’ll get a room at The Fairview Motor Lodge” and you can sleep this off” Lynette suggests. Bree nods in agreement as Lynette pulls out of the parking lot.
After Lynette checks-in at the motel, she calls Tom from the motel phone to inform him of the situation. Afterwards, she pulls the car around to their room and helps Bree out of the car. Once they get inside the room, Lynette walks Bree over to the bed and helps her sit down. After Lynette throws her coat over a chair, she moves back over to Bree. Lynette kneels on the floor in front of Bree and removes her shoes. She glances up at Bree who is looking down at her. Lynette gets back on her feet and moves her hand to brush the hair out of Bree’s face. “I’ll make some coffee” Lynette says.
After the coffee is brewed and Lynette sees that Bree drinks a couple of cups, she decides that Bree should rest. Before Lynette can get Bree to lay down, Bree moves her hand over her mouth to motion that she feels sick. Lynette immediately helps Bree to her feet and guides her to the bathroom. Lynette positions herself beside Bree with one hand on her back and one hand holding up her hair. After a few moments, Bree decides she’s not going to be sick. Lynette helps her friend back to bed. As Lynette’s skin meets Bree’s she notices how warm she is. “Bree, are you hot honey? Your skin is on fire” Lynette asks.
“A little.” Bree responds.
“How about a cool shower, huh? I know you wanna just lay down, but we need to stabilize your temperature. It’ll help you sober up too, okay.” Lynette suggests. Bree nods her head in agreement and they make their way to back to the bathroom...
TO BE CONTINUED